November enters in darkness filled with rain clouds and violent winds. Leaves forming a patchwork coverlet on lawns. Darkness and decay embrace.
The willows stand sadly, hairless and lonely in the meadow of death. Safe for a few pines here and there, wind whistles through bare branches mockingly.
She cuts the stems of the flowers to avoid having them bow in the wind like rag dolls and places them on her loved one’s bed, still feeling the sting of grief.
sense of decay and lost souls,
fallen leaves await
resting for a season
sense of decay and lost souls
echoing ancient tales
in eerie silence
catch the light
© Tournesol ’18/11/04
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille. I have termed a haibun with this new form, a troibun.